Sometimes, you just can’t force things.
While many mothers open up about their struggles with nursing-and just so you know, I’ve been there-I’ve been struggling with the opposite issue.
Despite starting early with her, and lots of practice, one day my daughter up and decided she would not drink from a bottle. And that was it. I’d go to work, and she’d wait and cry until I came back.
We tried many things. None of them worked.
As you can imagine, this is not a way to make friends with babysitters. Even if that babysitter is not actually a babysitter but your breast-less spouse.
And many mothers struggle with the work-life balance. As an until-recently full-time working mom, I’ve been there too.
In the midst of this feeding struggle, our regular childcare, aka “Nonna-care” got sick.
Frustration set in. How was I going to work? I had already gone part-time. “Part-time” is a generous description to describe how much I was working. Plus, my main caretaker was out for the count, for awhile, and my baby wouldn’t eat for her anyway, so now what?
After getting really angry (which, btw, solved a lot) I decided that the universe was sending me a message, and maybe I should listen to it.
This is a departure from my usual pragmatism. And a big hit to my need to “contribute” financially to my family.
Apparently, I needed to contribute to my family by spending a lot of time with my children. And by arranging an already flexible work schedule around my daughter’s feedings. And by strengthening a new friendship and sharing childcare for when each of us work. And learning, from this relationship, that this balance is tough but doable-and that I’m not the only one who struggles with self-worth, feminism, financial realities, and family.
Once I stopped raging against these situations, solutions slowly have-and continue to-emerge.
I’m learning to just go with it.